Paolo thinks about the utopian school

Later, back in the present, I thought about Margie's kind of school. It seemed just as lame as mine. A robot calling the shots wasn't any different than a teacher talking at you or telling you what to do. And even though the robot was right in her home she couldn't use it when she wanted. Her mom told her when to study. 

Which got me thinking about my utopian school. Kids would decide what they wanted to study, what they were curious about. And they could do it whenever they wanted, as long as they did it. They would use the internet, not some dumb robot. 

But what about the fun of being with other kids. Margie was right about that. Who wants to be alone all the time? And wouldn't students come up with better questions and more answers if they worked together? Chat rooms and bulletin boards might be good for that but I like seeing my friends every day. Maybe we could get together in some sort of computer room and do projects together. But then I couldn't start and stop whenever I wanted. Maybe some combination…. 

Well, the good news is I aced my presentation on utopian schools. Miss Helen was grinning like a Cheshire cat. The bad news is the drip was gone, the tile had been replaced and the next time I tried my portal to the future absolutely nothing happened. I couldn't get up the courage to tell Miss Helen or anyone else about Margie and 2155-it was just too weird. So I wrote this and e-mailed it to Miss Helen who sent me back this message. 

Nice work, time traveler. Mind if I post this on Nicenet?

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